| Synchronization, paralyzation
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| Tryin' to find a way through
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| Expectation, fluctuation
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| Escaping to the blue
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| And when I find a path to ground that’s not exactly true
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| I was told, on the screen, the ground was charred and black
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| A faulty sensation, a buried elation
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| The air I breathe is new
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| Expect from the start there through tunnels of darkness
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| A people like us to view
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| Horizon expanding, it looks like a landing
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| A river comes shining through
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| And when I find a path to ground that’s not exactly true
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| I was told, on the screen, the ground was charred and black
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| Education, realization
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| We submit in the end
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| Fertilization, cross-pollination
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| Doctor, when will I mend?
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| We have no resistance, the machine is persistent
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| Controls our point of view
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| And when I find a path to ground that’s not exactly true
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| I was told, on the screen, the ground was charred and the sky was blue
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| Education, realization
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| We submit in the end
|
| Fertilization, cross-pollination
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| Doctor, when will I mend?
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| We have no resistance, the machine is persistent
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| Controls our point of view
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| And when I find a path to ground that’s not exactly true
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| I was told, on the screen, the ground was charred with dust |